Phantom love
Someone asked me a question
"Do I believe in love?"
I didn't hesitate when answering
I do not. No.
Love to me is just a phantom
It is not real.
It has no physical body
It is all feels.
Just like our imagination
It's a game of the mind
A very dangerous game
Capable of taking lives.
Love isn't real
It's what we want to feel.
We want to feel over special
Over something that is pure physical
I do not blame people for wanting that attention.
I feel pity when they put much intention
Thinking that they could get away with happiness
Over something made from the imagination
People ask me why I...
"Do I believe in love?"
I didn't hesitate when answering
I do not. No.
Love to me is just a phantom
It is not real.
It has no physical body
It is all feels.
Just like our imagination
It's a game of the mind
A very dangerous game
Capable of taking lives.
Love isn't real
It's what we want to feel.
We want to feel over special
Over something that is pure physical
I do not blame people for wanting that attention.
I feel pity when they put much intention
Thinking that they could get away with happiness
Over something made from the imagination
People ask me why I...